Pearl's POV
-two couples were found dead today at the river banks of Rio Penasco in Pecos, the couple whose face could not be identified yet, looked like an older couple who were new in town. Dwellers of the small city Pecos we're all-
The newscaster was saying but I didn't wait to hear the rest as a shrill "Oh, My God," left my lips.
"Shit! This better not be what I'm imagining," I involuntarily shuddered at the thought that just occurred to me.
It was the same place my parents had gone for their volunteering work and although I do not want to think of what I'm thinking about right now, I just couldn't control my thoughts.
I quickly ran to my room and grabbed my phone with shaky hands and started to dial their phone with my heart hammering inside my chest.
Waiting for the phone to be answered was the most agonizing moment of my life right now and I couldn't help the wild thoughts that ran through my head.
I grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it from the roots, feeling frustrated by the fact that the phone was about to stop ringing and still no one was picking up.
I still waited and prayed with everything I held dear that they would pick up the call before the phone would stop ringing.
I waited patiently with the phone pressed hard against my ears as if I might miss the slight soft voice of my mom that might come up next when the phone gets answered.
However, even after all the prayers, I could feel myself slowly losing hope when nothing except for the continuous ringing of the phone was heard from the other end of the phone.
My heart began to sink slowly when the ring started to reach its last phase, and it completely hit the bottom of my stomach the moment the phone stopped ringing and I felt like everything had stopped moving.
I didn't know a lone tear had rolled down my cheeks until I felt the dampness. I was so confused I didn't know what I was going to do if my thoughts were to be confirmed to be true.
Losing a parent could be hard I know but losing both parents at the same time, is something I know would be impossible for me to handle and just the thought of it made me feel my entire world crumbling down on me and I didn't know when my legs gave out beneath me making fall to the ground with a heavy thud.
Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face, although I wasn't making any form of sound and all I could do was pull my hair from its roots painfully as if to tell my senses to wake up and stop thinking what I was believed to have happened but it didn't work.
I felt a deafening silence envelope the whole room as my eyes stared at the same spot on the floor without shifting my gaze.
Although uncontrollable tears were streaming down my face, no sounds were coming from my lips. The only sound that filled my ears were the sounds of my erratic heart hammering inside my chest.
I can't handle this, this can't be happening to me, they are all I have. I can't imagine a moment of my life without them...
My eyes were fixed on my phone and watching for any phone call that might appear with high hopes that it would be my mom or dad who was calling, but it didn't matter how long I stared at the phone no call seemed to be coming in.
I didn't know how long I was seated in the same spot for, as different thoughts began to run through my head.
My fixed eyes on my phone made me notice the instant my phone lit up to show that I was getting a call and that made me scramble quickly to receive the call without waiting to check who it was first.
-hello", I said pressing the phone to my ears and the voice I heard next calmed my erratic heart with its soothing soft-spoken Hello.
"Mom?" I heaved a huge sigh of relief as the words left my mouth.
"Sorry honey we were making dinner I didn't even hear my phone ring. How are you doing?" She said and I had to clear my throat before speaking because the last thing I want right now is for her to think something was wrong with me.
I didn't know why I was overreacting without making sure of the news first but I guess you could say it was all. I was so scared that my whole world would crumble because I know it would if I were to ever lose them.
"Oh, that's okay, I'm doing good. Where's dad?" I asked her my voice sounding a little thick from all the shouts that couldn't leave my throat.
"He's setting the tables, what is the problem honey, you sound like you've been crying," she pointed and I had to think of a quick lie to tell her because I couldn't tell her the truth.
"I'm fine, are you guys back home? Why are you making dinner yourself?" I asked trying to change the subject since I couldn't think of any lies to tell.
My parents have a chef that makes their meals for them at home and I know they were staying in a hotel at the place they were doing volunteering work so I know they can't be making dinner there.
"Is that Pearly?" I heard my dad's voice ask from the background.
"Hey baby, you're coming back home for the weekends, right? I'll make your favourite pecan pie," my father's hoarse voice yelled into the phone and I guessed he just collected the phone from my mom to speak to me.
I smiled upon hearing what my dad said he knew I couldn't say no to pecan pie and although I didn't answer I know he already knew I was coming.
"Hey, dad," I said instead my smile broadening even more.
My voice didn't sound as thick as when I first spoke to my mom so he probably wasn't going to notice that I had been crying only a couple of minutes ago.
We spoke for a while on the phone about how their volunteering work went and my mom even asked about Tate and if he was coming with me for the weekend which I told her I didn't ask him but maybe we might end up coming together if he isn't busy with work.
After we ended the call with my parents, I decided to go eat something because I just realized that I was so hungry and I hadn't eaten anything since I returned from work.
I went over to the kitchen, bringing out a leftover pasta from the fridge and dishing out a little before putting it in the microwave and setting the timer while I wait for it to be ready.
I sat on my kitchen stool and watched as my food kept rotating inside the microwave through the blurry glass, while my thoughts ran wild.
After a few minutes, the clicking sound of the microwave pulled me out of my wild thoughts, and I got up to go bring out my dinner to devour, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I felt an eery feeling like someone was watching me from a close distance behind me.
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